Studies in sensory magics mention that places that were exposed to extreme emotions for an extended period of time developed preternaturally produced sound waves. In many cases, these sounds caused an auditory illusion where the sound appeared to be constantly increasing or decreasing in pitch, b...
2025-12-18 15:09:53 +0000 UTC View PostApologies. Was caught up in what started off as an emergency and then turned into a living nightmare. Pun not intended about my co-author. Anyway, we're back. Expect the next chapter soon, since it's already half-done. And now, on with the chapter.
For Daphne...
2025-11-28 17:52:53 +0000 UTC View PostThe gravestone was smaller than he'd imagined. Simple. White marble, worn soft around the edges by rain and time. Two names carved into it with quiet reverence.
James Potter (1960 – 1981)
Lily Potter (1960 – 1981)
Harry sto...
2025-09-05 02:57:49 +0000 UTC View PostThe nursery had gone ominously quiet as the witches and wizards there processed Harry’s reply.
“....Say that again?” murmured Daphne.
“I said if he’s correct, then it might be possible to actually revert time back to 1981,” said Harry, his voice tight. “Maybe I can recre...
2025-08-19 06:18:58 +0000 UTC View PostThere were times when Harry’s natural inclination towards cynicism served some larger, more enduring toxicity — a vast, chronic paranoia. Any rare glimpses of optimism were swiftly dealt with, a virus his mind and body leapt to attack, and thus, were ultimately beaten into submission. Feeling...
2025-08-14 17:28:54 +0000 UTC View PostThe moment the rift closed behind them, and the light of the Dumbledore house faded, Harry stood at the edge of the nursery with Dumbledore beside him. The old man said nothing at first, eyes slowly scanning the splintered mobile, the half-burnt walls, the toys cracked open like the bones of a lo...
2025-07-28 07:19:01 +0000 UTC View Post“Name’s Bathilda, dearie. Bathilda Bagshot.” Harry blinked, stuck with facing too many competing responses. He wanted to express his surpris
“Name’s Bathilda, dearie. Bathilda Bagshot.”
Harry blinked, stuck with facing too many competing responses. He wanted to express his...
2025-07-22 08:53:56 +0000 UTC View Post“Daddy! She’s awake!” “Wait. Give her time.” The world returned slowly, like fog burning away under a rising sun. Her first sensation was on
“Daddy! She’s awake!”
“Wait. Give her time.”
The world returned slowly, like fog burning away under a rising sun.
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2025-07-13 14:18:50 +0000 UTC View PostIt was time. Daphne stood alone in the preparation alcove — a narrow, rune-etched corridor branching from the ritual chamber. The stone bene
It was time.
Daphne stood alone in the preparation alcove — a narrow, rune-etched corridor branching from the ritual chamber. The stone bene...
2025-07-10 14:41:10 +0000 UTC View PostThe scent of paper and heatstones lingered in the air. It had been a long and tiring day for Babajide Akingbade, but his work was far from d
The scent of paper and heatstones lingered in the air.
It had been a long and tiring day for Babajide Akingbade, but his work was far from done....
2025-07-04 13:47:42 +0000 UTC View PostThe War Room beneath Bones Manor had no windows. Or portraits. The Bones of old believed that windows were too closely tied to the symbology
The War Room beneath Bones Manor had no windows. Or portraits.
The Bones of old believed that windows were too closely tied to the symbology of ...
2025-06-30 16:55:19 +0000 UTC View PostThe door to the Lord’s Study opened with a sound like uncoiling chains. It wasn’t a door, not really. It was a seal. Binding magic etched in
The door to the Lord’s Study opened with a sound like uncoiling chains.
It wasn’t a door, not really. It was a seal. Binding magic etche...
2025-06-25 16:21:20 +0000 UTC View PostThe sky above Grimmauld Place was heavy with clouds, the kind that smothered sound and made the world feel smaller. A solemn hush draped the grounds behind the house, where a small, overgrown Family Shrine lay hidden behind tall hedgerows and layers of enchantment. The Black family’s final rest...
2025-06-20 05:10:36 +0000 UTC View PostThey say the Old Ways demanded perfection.
They would choose a scion. A son. A daughter — it mattered not, so long as the blood flowing through them was blackened.
Toujours Pur.
Always pure.
For three years, he would be...
2025-06-16 15:45:21 +0000 UTC View PostTheir next stop was a muggle housing complex.
“Harry,” said Daphne archly. “I thought you said something about home.”
“We are home.”
For a second, Daphne considered berating her fiance or fearing that he had lost his mind. But knowing the kind of shenanigans...
2025-06-12 06:00:30 +0000 UTC View PostThey landed hard.
The moment solid ground formed beneath his boots, Harry let go of Daphne. Her fingers slipped from his arm as he took a single step forward — then another — before his knees buckled.
His stomach clenched like it had been hexed.
He dropped, one hand bracing ...
2025-06-04 07:56:41 +0000 UTC View Post“You sought to break this girl,” Freyja’s voice rang, soft and fierce, “but you forgot — Summer does not die. The seasons turn and turn.”
Daphne’s eyes blazed gold. She stepped forward, her ruined hand whole again, g...
2025-06-03 06:14:46 +0000 UTC View PostTo the Heir who dares bear the weight of our name — know this.
We were not born of Albion’s soil. We are not children of these damp, green lands. We are the mortal bearers of Tezcatlipoca, the Smoking Mirror, the Jaguar of Midnight, the Trial by Shadow, from lands where blo...
2025-05-31 04:36:30 +0000 UTC View PostAll chapters posted, save for the last 2 (for Purebloods). I'll be posting them tomorrow. A little work is left.
I CANNOT tell you how time-consuming and absolutely thrilling it has been to write this arc. I am hoping you enjoyed reading it just as I did writing it.
do comment.
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2025-05-29 17:17:01 +0000 UTC View PostWhispers echoed across the courtroom, as Nott made his accusations.
It was to be expected, given the gravity of the supposed crime, on several levels.
Harry was surprised. He didn’t think that Nott would dig things to this degree, just to defeat him.
Still, there was som...
2025-05-29 17:14:22 +0000 UTC View PostIt took three hours before the trial could be restarted, and for once, it wasn’t Harry’s fault.
Well, not completely, anyway.
Shortly after Albus Dumbledore had declared the need for a half-hour recess, the doors to the courtroom had sprung open —
— only to r...
2025-05-29 17:12:37 +0000 UTC View PostAlbus Dumbledore watched — and for the first time in decades, he wondered if the calculations he had built his life upon had finally slipped beyond his reach.
Harry Potter stood before the Wizengamot, the blackened bone of the Elder Wand cradled at his side, the Cloak — no longer merely...
2025-05-29 17:11:35 +0000 UTC View PostAlbus Dumbledore sat perfectly still.
His eyes, pale and sharp behind the half-moon spectacles, were fixed upon the murmuring assembly, but his thoughts…
…his thoughts were elsewhere.
The surface of his mind — the conscious level — watched the swirling debate, the ...
2025-05-29 17:10:24 +0000 UTC View PostThe heat was unbearable.
Malloran barely stood, knees locking, his wand slipping from his sweat-slick grip. Lin coughed wetly beside him, blood leaking down her side, eyes wide and unfocused. Narex, trembling, muttered something half-prayer, half-spell under his breath, but even Malloran kn...
2025-05-29 17:06:20 +0000 UTC View PostBefore you can name your enemy, before you can face it, you must first feel its outline in the dark. It is the shape that rises in your blind spot. It is the silhouette that breaks your map. It is the shape of fear.
....
The Lochness unit skimmed silently acr...
2025-05-29 17:04:22 +0000 UTC View Post
